Last night I got to hang out with the kids while cleaning up the kitchen after a pasta scarpariello dinner. We talked about Grandpa Ron’s recent visit and family in general, and their determination, sadly but understandably, to not bring kids into this increasingly messed up world. Afterwards, before playing with the Zizzle David found in the basement, Natalie shared some very good feedback about how I made her feel as though she wasn’t a priority for my time and affection. Which I heard and intend to act upon; after all, there’s only the 18 months left.
Last year I spent at least 86 nights in a hotel room alone, away from home. Primarily because I don’t want to don’t want to relocate away from Natalie. What a bind.
Today I had a pit in my stomach most of the day as David and I took down the Christmas tree and prepared to say goodby for another semester, as I joined Josh and John at Dan’s for the first of what I hope will be many more rehearsals together despite my travel, and later, as Andi and I shared our last meal of the break before I said my own goodbye, leaving for my first trip of the year. There is work ahead, and typing this into my phone from my seat in the plane, and I’m ok with that, if just down that it seems like I have to be gone all the time. Sensing my mood, Matthew Houck was singing a new Phosphorescent tune through the overhead speaker as I settled into seat 13A: “There From Here. ”
I don’t recall a song in my head when I woke this morning, possibly because I’d taken an atavan and an ambien to get to sleep last night.
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